James handed Peter a coat, and donned a coat of his own. Peter followed suit and put on the jacket as well. They walked to the doors leading to the outside and stopped. James made to see if everything was ready for the ceremony.

"It looks like snow!" James said as he peered out the window. "Better be quick about it, or we will freeze our toes off." He said ducking out into the overcast courtyard. Peter followed and was hit with a cold breeze. He gathered the hem of the coat sleeves in his hands to keep them warm. The tables had been set in a long row, with objects clumsily wrapped in bows for the couple. An arch had been plucked from the garden to stand in the courtyard as decoration. Dried flowers still clung to it, and bed sheets had been draped over it to make it seem regal. It was obvious that the preparations were a bit lackluster, but it reminded Peter strongly of building a fort out of blankets. He felt it seemed perfect for them, in a way. Since there was no time for invitations, only Madame, Mr. and Mrs. Darling, John, and Michael were in attendance. They had reached out to the boys who had come back with Wendy from Neverland, but could not be reached in time as they had rejoined the families they had abandoned, and were now scattered throughout England. It couldn't be helped, as shortly after their joining of the Darling family, Slightly had passed his real mother on the street and she was so rejoiced in seeing him again the Darlings could not keep him. The others then set on finding their own families and one by one were gone.

Sitting in his little chair, Mr. Darling rubbed his hands together for warmth, and muttered about how insane it was to have an outdoor wedding in the middle of the winter. Mrs. Darling, dressed regally in her furs seemed toasty and comfortable, the only tell-tale of cold being from her reddened nose and cheeks. John, now nearly grown as much as Peter, gasped at the sight of Peter walking towards them.

"Only our sister," He whispered to Michael, "Could convince a boy who is to never grow up, to grow up." Michael agreed, but did not seem to think Peter had grown all that much. Michael was so small when he met Peter he really always seemed so grown to him. James stood at the arch, and waved Peter over. Peter came to stand with him and James moved Peter to the correct position. Mr. Darling left to fetch something.

"Now, Peter. It is all very simple." He began. "I will say some words, and then I will ask you to repeat, then Wendy will repeat after me too, and then it is done!" Peter nodded, unsure.

Without fanfare, and without warning, the crowd turned to look back at a lady walking towards them, guided by Mr. Darling. She was veiled, but Peter could see her smile shining from beneath it anyways, and he smiled back at her. This beautiful lady was his Wendy, and she wore a long flowing dress with handfuls of dried flowers sewn on the skirt. This beautiful, mysterious creature walked down towards him and when she came face to face with Peter, Mr. Darling unveiled her and kissed her lightly on the cheek, before tripping over her dreadfully long skirts on his way back to his seat. Finally, Peter could look onto her unveiled. She did not look any different, in fact, it seemed quite odd to see her childish personality peek out from the face of a bride.

"You're wearing a bowtie." She said giggling. He chuckled and wiggled it on his collar mockingly.

"I can't believe your father agreed." Said Peter. She looked at him devilishly.

"Oh, I gave him little choice!" She said, looking at her father, who still fidgeted with his cold fingertips. Mr. Darling was looking at the threateningly gray sky, and at the first sight of a snowflake, sighed dreadfully. James began to speak, and everyone seemed to lean towards him in earnest to hear. Peter began to sweat, and stood very still, as he felt all the attention lean heavily in their direction. Wendy was not bothered at all, but shifted uncomfortably in her stays nevertheless. James opened up a book to speak.

"Dearly Beloved, we are gathered here today in the presence of these witnesses, to join Peter Pan and Wendy Darling in matrimony commended to be honorable among all; and therefore, is not to be entered into lightly but reverently, passionately, lovingly and solemnly. Into this - these two persons present now come to be joined. If any person can show just cause why they may not be joined together - let them speak now or forever hold their peace." James spoke regally.

There was a long silence, and Peter peeked to see if anyone would stand against them. For the first time in years he felt the fear Hook inspired in him, that someone should stand in the way of the one thing he truly wanted. But no one did stand, and the snow began to fall so beautifully from the sky, Peter almost lost his focus in it's graceful fall. Wendy too was lost in the majesty of the snowfall, and he saw her gaze wonderingly at the flakes. He loved her even more for her effervescent awe. In catching his eyes, she smiled, and too felt a deepening of feeling.

"Peter, if you would please repeat after me…" Began James. "I, Peter Pan..."

"I, Peter Pan." He repeated. James fed the verse slowly to him, giving him little spoonfuls of the words that James had assumed (according to Peter's strange ignorance to societal customs) Were completely alien to Peter

"take thee, Wendy Darling, to be my wedded Wife,"

"to have and to hold from this day forward,"

"for better for worse, for richer for poorer,"

"in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish,"

"till death us do part, I plight thee my troth."

Peter grinned at finishing his vows. He found them perfectly wonderful. It seemed the setting to a fantastic adventure. James nodded, and turned to face Wendy.

"Wendy Darling, darling… er… dear?" Said James. Wendy nodded, prepared. He fed the whole verse to her, and unsurprisingly she had memorized it all, and recounted it to Peter with great fervor. She ended dramatically as she spoke,

"Till death do us part, I plight thee my troth."

There could be a sniffling heard from the crowd, Mr. Darling was covering the leak of tears with the pretense that he sneezed from the cold quite unconvincingly. Mrs. Darling proudly displayed her tears of happiness as they threatened to freeze on her cheeks. Michael stood and handed two strings of twine to James. James looked at him inquisitively. Michael shrugged.

"We had no time to fetch for rings…" He explained. Peter's eyebrows raised questionably.

"Wendy, why don't you begin, then? Please take Peter's hand, and this uh… twine." James said, handing Wendy one flimsy thread. Gladly, she squeezed Peter's hand and slipped the twine around his finger, tying it beautifully in a bow. She spoke ceremoniously:

"With this Ring I thee wed, with my body I thee worship, and with all my worldly goods I thee endow."

Peter was filled with wonder at the ceremony, and Wendy relished in dramatizing it.

"Peter… it is your turn now. Please take Wendy's hand." James said, handing him the twine in turn. Peter reached for her hand, but apparently had reached for the wrong one and she deftly placed the other in his palm. He wrapped her fourth finger in the twine, and struggled to tie it into a bow, recounting his horror with the bowtie, he gave up and tied his traditional bowline knot. She snorted at him in amusement.

"Well, I shall never lose it now!" She mocked. Peter smiled, relieved he hadn't ruined this moment for her.

"Peter, if you could repeat after me…" James graciously offered. Peter held her hand fast to his and tried to sink the words he was about to speak into eternal memory.

"With this Ring I thee wed,"

"with my body I thee worship,"

"and with all my worldly goods I thee endow." Peter spoke. James smacked the book closed with resounding clap.

"Well, now." He began. "I now pronounce you Husband and Wife!" He said happily.

"Peter…" He said, smiling at him. "You may kiss the bride."

Peter was taken aback, he had not expected to be made to kiss in front of a crowd. But alas, his hesitation was of little consequence, as it was Wendy who leaped forward to embrace him. She placed both her hands to his cheeks and pull his face towards hers, and kissed him lightly. He smiled and put his arms around her, happily forgetting the little crowd before him. Their audience burst in applause. John set off firecrackers he had hidden in his coat, which made Mrs. Darling jump with surprise. She wiped the remaining tears from her face and tried to be cross with him, but couldn't. Michael giggled and set off his own set of firecrackers, which was now received with celebratory fervor. Mr. Darling clapped with bravado, although his eyes were betrayingly reddened.

Wendy bowed as if she had just concluded a school play, and Peter bowed with her. Now finished with the ceremony, the magic of the snowfall could no longer be ignored. They looked at each other, white flakes sticking to their hair, and melting on their cheeks. The courtyard was muffled with the fall of the snow, and the clapping quieted. The crowd shuffled back into the building, stuffing their hands in their pockets and feeling their cold pronounced with the finishing of the ceremony. Wendy and Peter remained, too happy to be surrounded by the magic of the flurries. They held their hands together for warmth, and they both felt the new sensation of an object tied to their finger. Wendy laughed looking at her bowline knot.

"Wendy." Peter spoke. "It was a day like this, that I came to your window, do you remember?" He asked, playing with the string on her finger. She looked to the sky in recollection. Then looked at his face, framed by snow and she felt suddenly as she were still 12, and Peter was just standing outside her window. The beautiful memory made her heart leap with happiness. How perfectly everything had turned out.

They would stand in the snow far longer than they should, and only returned inside when their fingers and noses became numb. When they entered the dining hall, they were greeted with the celebration of their families, now joined with their matrimony.

The snow stopped after dinner, and they all retreated to their rooms. Wendy and Peter were granted a room in the East tower (where they had never ventured before), which Madame had accustomed for them both to live. It was a small accommodation, but the bed was large, and made to fit two people. Which was exciting, as such things were usually unheard of. She mustn't tell father, Wendy thought naughtily. For the first time, they shared a bed without having to worry how they would separate in the morning. They told stories and recounted their adventures to each other, but all in all were really too tired to consummate anything. In the end, they slept warmly by each other's side, and awoke to a pristinely quiet and isolated morning.

They would both recall this as one of the happiest days of their lives, only to be rivaled with the happiness and joy they spread about in their habitual days. Their love became timeless, and their unique connection would not be lost on those around them. Peter and Wendy truly were a match that transcended natural human bonds.

But would it really be all that unnatural to say that they did live happily ever after?

For they did, they lived happily ever after.